I made it a point to go to the older temples (SLC, LA, and Manti) where I could look at the murals and architectural details.

What disturbed me more than the repetition was the odor many of the elderly men had. I'm not joking here. Many of the elderly men had bad breath and BO. I wondered how often their sacred whites had been washed. The Boner.

I got married in 1984. I made it to the temple on average once a year during that time. The last time I went was in 1990. I was always so worried about messing up that I wouldn't call it boring. I hated it, though. Thought it was ridiculous. Couldn't figure out what this had to do with the lds church.

i had been inactive for a while and retrurned to the fold, asked my best mate growing up to go through the temple with me for the first time. he snored through the whole, thing minus the get up to change your clothes around shit.

next thing i heard he was stake president, and remained so for a very long time, and always assured me the temple was a powerful experience. i assume not powerful enough to stay awake for!